Children and Parents
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Chapter 31: Breakfast Blowout
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 31: Breakfast Blowout - Roberto is 18 and preparing for university. His big problem is dating, he turns to his parents for help. Once they get him going, he meets the woman who changes his life forever. And her daughter, age 4. In a laundromat, of all the unlikely places! In this story, lust and love inter-twine. Food plays a big part. There's a little pee play in the shower. Nobody gets naked with the little girl. Buying a major appliance is a romantic gesture. Tiny bit of Ma/Ma.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Father White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female First Water Sports Big Breasts Hairy Size Slow
When he emerged from the bedroom, Sophie was plating their breakfasts. “Eggs Florentine. It’s like Eggs Benedict, but without the pork. Hollandaise with Spinach Flakes, Poached Eggs, Toasted English Muffins.”
They ate with enthusiasm. Then he looked at Carrie. “After this great breakfast, you and I should clean up. OK?” Carrie left her chair and brought her cereal bowl and spoon from earlier. Roberto had seen a rubber stool and dragged it front of the kitchen sink. He stoppered the smaller side and filled it with warm soapy water and a sponge. Working together, they cleaned and rinsed the plates and flatware, placing them in a rack to dry.
“Thank you for helping, Carrie.” He smooched her forehead and she scampered off with a giggle. To Sophie, “She’s a great kid, you must be proud.” He nudged away the stool and cleaned the remaining pans and the blender.
They moved to the couch, overhearing Carrie in her bedroom playing with her Legos. “Look at that kitchen I didn’t have to clean. Listen to my happy daughter playing.” She put his hand on her breast. “Feel my sexual satisfaction.”
“It’s a perfect day already with you. I don’t want it to end.” She pulled him closer for another deep kiss.
“But you need fresh clothes, I’m afraid. And I have to work again. So I should send you home soon.”
He winced when she mentioned work. “Sophie, tell me about this job, I don’t understand it.”
“They hired me directly from the cooking classes at the Junior College. Since it was my first kitchen job, I accepted their low wages. But it wasn’t, and isn’t, cooking. I’m standing the whole-time making salads according to their exact specifications, over and over. Any deviation and that salad is rejected, trashed, and I have to make another one while being cursed at. The pace is hellish. At the end of my shift I’m so tired I can’t see straight. I wake up sometimes still wearing my work outfit. I guess you helped me undress last night, thank you.”
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